Welcome to day four of my latest and greatest adventure. Now that the Blog in the Fog is up and running, I'm hoping to post weekly updates, phots, notes, etc. for your relaxed perusal and general enjoyment when you've got the time (or even as a delightful procrastination tool when you don't have the time!)
Cutting to the chase, for the past four days, Penny Lane--that most delightful of Beatles songs--has been on repeat in my brain. While I'm not too sure how keen I am on a fish and finger pie at the moment, the upbeat and quirky tune has held quite a nice thematic thread.
Wednesday night I hopped a plane in Toronto--Penny Lane spinning through my internal 45 player--and had an absolutely fabulous flight. Jennifer, a friend of our fam was at Heathrow to pick me up and we headed back to her home in Surrey. Delicious jacket potato lunch with beans and cheese and tea. siiiiigh...all in all the blue-suburban-skies feeling PL exudes to boot!
After making myself more presentable than sweaty-airplane-Heather was (ew), I got on a train to Central London and met up with Talia at her flat in Kentish Town. Kentish Town High Street is totally a-bustle with fruit stands, fish mongers, butchers, pubs, news agents, and florists...not to mention barbers, bankers, children, nurses, and firemen!
NAP!
INDIAN MEAL!
TOO MANY DRINKS AT THE PUB!
(*side note: the Oxford, just around the corner from Tal's is probably one of the best, least expensive, most well-decorated, and all-around homey gastropubs in which I've ever had the pleasure of drinking--er, sharing--a bottle of wine)
In our travels that night we also met some great girls from a theatre school in Camden--hoorah for new friends!
And the next day? *shudder.
All we could barely manage was a trip to IKEA, dinner, and a James Bond flick on ITV.
Today was better. Breakfast and The Guardian on the terrace at the Cafe Renoir on Kentish Town High Street. I attempted to get a bank account (no luck, Lloyds' systems were down--wah) and back to IKEA for cheap cheap cheap duvets!
Who knows what tonight will hold!
Pasta and Inglourious Basterds?
Salad and Sleep?
Curry and chilling in the shelter in the middle of the roundabout?
Only time will tell....
xo
H
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